B is for Bad Poetry
Who else's address did he have? Oh haha, nevermind, everyone lived in the same Seireitei.
Hmm, who else could he write to? Ah! Byakuya-bocchan!
Grabbing a piece of paper, he fished around for something to write with, and settled for a pink highlighter.
Beloved Byakuya,
I remembered how much you love poems today, while rushing out the door to save the already dead cable guy! Sooo, I'll write you a poem! Hurray!
B is fer Byakuya! 'n' badass! 'n beautiful! 'n' you have black hair!
Y is fer yellow bananas! I wanna banana! 'n' YAY!
A is fer angry! Like when I steal yer hair noodles!
K is fer kool! Because your name has no "C!
U is fer uber prettyness! Because you are!
Y is fer yellow again! But it doesn' suit you at all!
A is fer accrostic! Th' only kinda poem I can write!
By th' way, I call this kinda poem exclamationism! 'Cuz of all th' exclamation marks, ya know?
With Much Love,
Ichimaru Gin
PS: Sorry fer stabbing ya, I was really trying t' get yer sister there (she flamed my Izuru x Rukia fic!) hope ya get better 'n' write back! (Gin-Smiley)
"Sealed with a kiss," he murmured, sealing the envelope.
With that done, he decided to work on the self portrait he started on Aizen's closet door.
A/N: Sorry it's kinda short, but he's planning on sending a bunch of mini letters to flood Byakuya's mailbox.
Does anyone want to give me a/some retarded, yet fitting screenname(s) for Gin?